Bon Iverstep…
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Patrick St. Michel: Flume sounds like a really promising young producer. He just has to learn to use less Chet Faker.
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Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: Chet Faker — he of rousled ultra-authentic Artistry Beard and croaky “No Diggity” cover sorta-fame — is in surprising form here, approaching producer Flume’s woozy head-nodder “Left Alone” with a mix of cracked falsettos and grunge-era mewling. Between the early-Silverchair delivery and the Soundcloud beat kid keyboard jam, there’s an abiding sense of missed connections, as though each artist had erred to specific ideas and decided to call it a day. Which is probably a triumph for friendship, not so much for collaboration.
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Anthony Easton: All that robotic heartbeat desire, and that exhaustion read as desire, like an update of some of the more obscure soul corners — made perfect by the pun of the featured artist.
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Josh Langhoff: Flume makes me seethe with a killing rage that I can’t manifest in any way, which only makes me angrier, which makes me listen to more Flume for the same reason I keep listening to conservative talk radio or Good Afternoon America: they’ve got absolutely nothing going on, but they all three saunter around with the insouciance of people gifted with some special knowledge, some gnosis of Cool or Facts or whatever the fuck Good Afternoon America represents, TMZ flunkies who’ve managed to sire children maybe. I mean, I hate to say Flume is the low point of Western Civilization because, one, that overlooks The Aquabats! and two, “the low point of Western Civilization” is a cliché worthy of Flume, which Flume would probably make much of by handing it to some Dave Matthews-hack singer who calls himself Thelonious Funk, whose impassioned-for-no-reason vocals would be layered over one of Flume’s trademark semi-swingin’ beats. The guy even pulls his punches in the swing department. Oh sweet holy hell, Thelonious Funk is actually a thing.
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Scott Mildenhall: Com Truise, Joy Orbison, The Dandy Warhols, Dananananaykroyd and now Chet Faker. These people simply have to run out of ideas soon. What’s next, Rave Benson Phillips? Chief Kegwin? With such a taste for a pun you’d think Mr Faker might be a bit more jovial, or at least a bit more articulate than he is at points here. He sounds upset, anyway, so mission accomplished there, and Flume sets the mood appropriately, but ultimately this leaves little impression.
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Jonathan Bradley: The drag is queasy. The drawl is only drowsy.
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Brad Shoup: More like Citizen NOPE.
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